Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 103: Hidden Camera

His hand landed on my leg, but I subtly adjusted my posture, causing his hand to slip away. But his eyes were now fixed on my chest.

He looked like a dog drooling over its meal.

"Is this your first time meeting a politician?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Of course, that was a lie. If I told him I was friends with Haze, he might just faint.

"That explains it," he nodded. "Life as a politician is like this, Luna. We have to keep some things hidden. The media tends to dig too much, even into personal matters."

'Corrupt officials with shady, illegal dealings,' I mentally corrected him without breaking my fake admiration.

"I see," I said, feigning awe as I let my eyes wander the room.

I was scanning for anything unusual. I was looking for hidden cameras or CCTV systems.

I spotted them-two cameras, one near the TV and another in the kitchen, both aimed at the living area. I wasn't sure if Kesha had managed to hack into these, given how tight the security here seemed. If she hadn't, I'd have to convince the senator to turn them off.

"Are there cameras here?" I asked, pretending to be clueless as I pointed them out. "They're on," I added, noticing the red indicator lights.

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. This was his favorite bar, and Evangeline had said he often brought women here to satisfy his urges. Yet, the cameras were always on. Was he secretly recording his encounters?

"It's for my safety," he said impatiently, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

in as if to kiss me, but I placed my hand over his mouth, stopping

him anymore.. Just the

the Colemans had him in their pocket-they

my arms over my

clock ticking, I figured I'd agitate more than

sinking into its softness as he loomed over me. His face was in my neck. I could smell his cologne and feel his arousal pressing against me. "That's just for my safety, bitch," he growled. "I didn't know high-class escorts were so fussy about cameras. Most of the women I hire love it, so why don't you?" "Fuck? A high-class escort?" I

seduced for some fleeting pleasure-none of them had ever called me a high-class escort. "I'm not a high-class escort. I'm not even an escort." I leaned in close, bringing my lips near his ear. "If that's how you see me, we can just call this

pressing into my skin. No doubt,

spell. He'd tried to assert dominance by refusing to turn off the CCTV cameras, but I had him

Senator Windwood for you. A famous politician... but

my chin before pointing to the

else see

got up, grabbed his remote, and pressed a button. The red dots on the visible

hidden camera

to his earlier

as I guided him to my neck. I let him have his way, biting back an eye-roll as he kissed me greedily, his lips desperate and unrelenting. "You smell amazing, Luna. It suits your name perfectly," he murmured, his voice strained with lust as he drooled slightly on my

at his compliment. If the real Luna heard that, she'd probably gag and yank me by the hair for

imagining her scowling and throwing a tantrum made

I groaned when his rough hand

bra beneath my dress, I felt every

as if something was clawing its way out of my body. The pain was unbearable, forcing me to close my eyes and take